Dorian Electra Nude Novels & Stories

"You know, there's a lovely library scene in the movie I'm doing. It's about an older woman who seduces a younger –" "Stop, stop. That's enough. I'm not listening to my mother talk about seducing a younger man," Dorian says, giving me "that look," the universal sign for 'let's-get-the-hell-out-of-here'. "I'm not talking about seducing a younger man," Ella says. "It's a role. But you've given me some ideas about how a ladder could work. Now, were you holding her against the ladder or was she bent over --"

He, Conri, and Kaden were all ogling at the scene between the two mates—they'll be damned to interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't watch. “I know right? It seems like Dorian's also getting provoked” Kaden hushed too. “Daciana would you freaking listen to me!” Dorian gripped her shoulder tightly as he yelled. “Don't touch me…!” her growl was freaking intimidating and was capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Yet, Dorian wasn't fazed.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

Eyes shifted to me, hungry for more drama than the decorations could offer. “A Luna should never behave like that.” Her face burned with shame. My heart leaped with satisfaction. She had used these same words on me once, and now they cut her instead. “You look pathetic. Just like your Luna,” Damon added with a cold stare before he released Dorian. The man dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, coughing as he clutched his throat. “Elara, what are you doing? Get up,” Dorian barked with a hoarse voice. Even on the ground, even after nearly dying, he still reached for his pride first. That was the real Dorian. A man who valued his ego more than anything.

The sacrifices I have to pay for being his assistant. “Oh that? I bumped into it by mistake,” Elettra shrugs, like it would make her lie believable but it doesn't. Her blonde hair has fizzles of ash dust in it, so is the black crop top and jeans she's putting on. She must have pushed it off. But why? “Why did you ruin that portrait? You have no idea who he is! The Don will hurt you!” I huff, and she gapes before glaring at me. “I don't look like I care, do I?” She snaps back, but her trembling body gives her away.

Especially not now. I clenched my teeth and lifted my head staring daggers at him as I thought of creative ways to kill him. Dorian stood atop the rubble of the eastern wall, his posture lazy, arrogant, like a king surveying the wreckage of a kingdom he was about to claim. His dark hair was swept back, his black coat untouched by the carnage around him. Even in the moonlight, his eyes gleamed with something cruel. Elara stood in the middle of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling heavily, her claws dripping with blood. Her green eyes locked onto Dorian’s, unflinching.

Hadrian guided her hand to her breast and they both caressed and teased her. “Are you going to come for me?” he whispered against her neck, never taking his eyes off the mirror. “Oh, goddess, yes,” Electra cried as she crested over the edge. Her walls clamped down around his fingers and her juices flowed out onto his hand. “Hadrian!” “Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he turned her face towards him, and he kissed her. “I love you, Electra.” “I love you, too, Hadrian.”

“I can’t take this—it’s too much!” Dorian’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he watched her struggle to find the right words. “Your ass hole, Miss Voss?” he repeated, enunciating each syllable. “Is that where you’d prefer I fuck you?” Elena’s face was flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she nodded. The pain was intense, but the idea of Dorian claiming her in such a taboo way only heightened her arousal. “Please, Professor,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. “I’ll be ruined if you keep doing this—please, take me one at a time. Or—or my ass—yes, my ass, please!”

This was unreal. “Dorian.” He paused. Then added, slower, like he wanted it to land. “Dorian Everhart.” I cut the shy part, I had to brace myself. I could continue once the deal was done. Because naturally, I had already felt some sort of tingling feeling around this man. So playing lovebirds in public would be a piece of cake. “Rhea, must have told you everything. I… I need a husband,” I said, finally sitting down.